Wolf
Were we then two friends?
He fed me and we walked,
He owned me as his dog.
But, no more…
Now we are enemies…
I, as a wolf,
Am homeless, hungry,
And always on the run!
I am marked:
'Is a beast,
Terrorist,
And
Savage…'
And many,
Many more…
Redacted is one word:
'Is free, on his own! '
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